Classic Poem

There was a lady fine and gay,
She was so neat and trim;
She went unto her own garden-wall,
To see her own ships come in.

And there she spied her daughter Jane,
Who lookd so pale and wan:
" What, have you had some long sickness,
Or lain with some young man?"

" No, I have had no long sickness,
Nor lain with no young man:"
Her petticoats they were so short,
She was full nine months gone.

" Oh is it by some nobleman?
Or by some man of fame?
Or is it by Johnny Barbary,
That 's lately come from Spain?"

" No, it is by no nobleman,
Nor by no man of fame;
But it is by Johnny Barbary,
That 's lately come from Spain."

Then she calld down her merry men,
By one, by two, by three;
Johnny Barbary used to be the first,
But now the last came he.

" Oh will you take my daughter Jane,
And wed her out of hand?
And you shall dine and sup with me,
And be heir of my land."

" Yes, I will take your daughter Jane,
And wed her out of hand;
And I will dine and sup with you,
But I do not want your land."

Then she calld down her merry men,
With a shrill and a pleasant voice:
" Come, let us all now mery be,
Since she has made such a happy choice."